Ok, we need original characters and made ups! Setting is in Rivendell at night when the Elves, dwarves, men, and obbits are all resting, or out doing something else.

[font=Dauphin, serif]Almárëa was now twenty years of age(In human years that is). She had been part of the Royal Mirkwood Archery ever since she was nine. When fighting, she bore the armory of the mirkwood Elves. Her helment was usually different than the others, but, she minded not of it. When not fighting, she usually bore a gown of white that was pure white at top, but slowly fadded to a dark evergreen at the bottom. She usually had on a silver cloak and a tiarra that was given to her by the King.

Her appreance was a grand one at that; long brown hair that fell to her midback and was a light maple color; her eyes were a deep sky blue. Her skin was fare and tan. The color of her lips and cheeks were of the lucious rose red petals. Upon her right hand was a ring made from fine crystaline orbs in the shape of a butterfly. She stood about 5'6, and her weapons consists of a longbow of Lothlorien, a quiver full of Mikrwood arrows, twin white blade with Elf inscriptions upon it, and a wicked curved dagger that had a black blade with silver engravings, and a gold handle.

Like said before, her past was mostly training with the King ever since she was young. Lord Thranduil had become like a second father to her. When she had travled out of Mirkwood to go and meet other in Lothlorien, she had met Haldir..An Elf she would never, ever forget. She was young at age when she met him; and he was young as well. he was brave and stong, even for a lad. Though, when word got 'round that Sauron had conjured up an army that himself and his orcs were in, she had to be split appart from Haldir and go straight back to Mirkwood.

Almárëa had a personality that one would always wish to see in others. Caring, kind, and willing to help out on anything. When fighting, she became dead serious and fought with much hope and no despair. She had always looked at things in a positive way, for example; If one were to look at a goblet that was filled with water to the halfway mark, she would think it as half full and not half empty. She usually brought back hope to many hearts upon battlefeilds. Alas, her days of real fighting have just begun, for the fellowship of the ring was about to be formed, and she wanted to be apart of it to help young Frodo Baggins upon his journey to Mordor.

Almárëa had traveled with Legolas Greenleaf to the Rivendell City. Tomorrow would be the councel of Lord Elrond. For now, it was time to rest, though, rest could not come to her eyes at all. As she stood in silence near the soft waters of Rivendell, her gaze had shifted to the reflection of the moon as it danced and shimmered pon the water's surface.

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ill join

Gil-Polod wondered what was so urgent that needed his attendance in Rivendell. He finally arrived and greeted Elrond

Joining as Elen.

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Elenanna Lothenedhel was sitting on the trees, looking out. Her silver eyes searched the forests of Imraldis, and she barely acknowledged her elder child, Eruaveil. The Lothenlen child of the Lothenedhel sat next to her mother, and she looked out. Elenanna smiled as she looked at her daughter.

Both were silent, until Elenanna heard the whinny of Shadowpax, the daugther of Shadowfax. She smiled and turned her body before dropping off the branch. She landed on her mare, and rode her sidesaddle style, heading toward the Last Homely House. She looked up to see her daughter jumping from tree to tree, before Eruaviel landed behind her on Shadowpax.

She spurred the mare, and Eruaviel gripped her mother's waist before the Meara started to gallop. Ten minutes later, they reached the House, and Elenanna dismounted, and helped her daughter off, before she started to run up the stairs, picking up her skirts. She smiled when she saw her neice, Arwen Undomiel, her adoptive nephew, Aragorn Elessar, and the two older Peredhil children of Elrond, Elrohir, and Elladan. She smled and headed toward the children of Elrond.

Elladan and Elrohir looked at her, and they said, "Elenanna." She glanced at them. "Elladan. Elrohir. Arwen. Elessar. Where were you four headed off to?" Arwen said, "We were hoping to find Eruaviel and Nedhudir, before we went out on a small ride and picnic." "Eruaveil is here, and Nedhudir is most likely on the training grounds." "Thank you, Elenanna." the youngest Elf said. Elenanna smiled and nodded to them, before heading off to her rooms.

((check Elenanna's bio in the character section.))

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[font=Dauphin, serif]Almárëa stood near the water's edge in silence. Her gaze was steady on thoughts and questions. She had always teh thought the One Ring had been lost forever. Now knowing that it was found again..This would, indeed, get chaotic for everyone. She would try her best to help the fellowship out; using her skills to make sure none get harmed. [/font]

this ring....I do not see its importance Elrond....

You shall very soon once the council begins

Thinros had set off from Osgialiath later then Boromir because the orders were slow to reach him. He finaly reached Rivendell with orders to make sure that whatever happened would help Gondor. He dismounted and looked around. He gave a satisfied grunt and walked his horse to a nearby stable. After housing his horse he slowly walked up, streching his arms as he went.
"Well this should be uneventful."
He said to himself. He didn't know the purpose of the meeting and just wanted to return to Osgiliath and help defend his country.
He walked across the bridge and came into a courtyard. He looked around.
"Hello?"

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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Count me in....

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Name: Ôrodem

Race: Human

Age: 28

Eyes: Grey

Hair: Long brown hair and a small beard around his mouth

Personality: Quiet usually, but when he begins to talk he can turn out to be a friendly person, who loves a good company and food. His most priced posession is his small guitar, which he plays in many festivities.

Weapons: Long bow, which he received from the elves of Rivendell as an mark of their friendship and a short sword, which is from his original homeland of rohan from which he left a long time ago running from his past.

Clothing: Normal green, grey clothes and brown boots.

Battle suit: His travelling suit/gear and perhaps a chain mail under it.

History: Very mysterious from few know in Rohan and Rivendell where he lives these days with the elves, which is seen very un usual, but still true. He had been running for 6 years until the elves found him near Rivendell wandering without food or water almost starved to death. Later on he thanked the elves from his recovery and departed on his lonely adventures where he has met many rangers learning from each one about skill in the wilds. Now he has returned to Rivendell to see what he can do for the elves in return.

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Orodem layed on the grass listening to the sound of the birds, which unfortunately began to fade away eventually as the fires of war would start spreading and the time to grasp the sword would come. He would defend the elves with his life even tough Rohirrim were his people, but that was not his place to be since he had gone exile.

Orodem took his small quitar and heard few words from the courtyard near him, he began sinning a welcoming song and played the guitar as walked towards the courtyard. His voice rised higher and he arrived at the courtyard seeing a man from gondor arriving from an exhausting trip. Orodem arrived few feet away from and silened, he bowed smiling.

"Welcome to Rivendell traveller... I am Orodem Of Rohan and you are?"

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

he bowed his head to him.
"I am Thinros" He replied bluntly.
"I didn't know Rohan was involved with this."

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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Joining as Elyra
Name:Elyra (Last name unknown)(Female)

Race:Gondorian, a Ranger of Ithilen

Age: 20ish, maybe younger

Appearance:long auburn hair, Startlingly blue eyes, tallish

Powers: She has no idea if she has powers(yet)

Personality: Is extremely intelligent, sometimes is hyper when circumstances are good, loves nature, is extremely loyal to Gondor (but not Denethor.... ) Is very skilled with a sword but also uses a bow. Will not hesitate to act if something is wrong. Is strong-willed. Usually quite happy.

Weapons: Bow named Skarmori, sword named Ithilien

Clothes: usually ranger gear or a black and silver dress(w/white tree )

Favorite phrase: "All that is gold does not glitter"

Parents: Denethor and Findulias(is that how its spelled?)

Animals:Black horse named Beinelen(female), golden eagle named Aglaranor(male) , grey gyrfalcon named Hithsilme (male)

History: (This shall be explained more fully in RPGs) Is the long lost sister of Faramir and Boromir, disappeared at age 13 when father Denethor(crazy man) tried unsucessfully to burn her as he almost burned Faramir some years later, lives with the Rangers.
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Elyra set off toward Rivendell, anxious not to be late for the Council of Elrond. She was on a mission that was extremely urgent; that is she was trying to stop Boromir from bringing the Ring to Gondor. If Denethor(a.k.a Mr. CrazyAndDemented) even came within 10 feet of it, Gondor would most likely be doomed. She was very close, she knew, for she had been seeing elven salespeople a lot more often. She suddenly saw a light in the distance. She should have caught up with Boromir by now, she thought, for her horse, Beinelen, was much faster than the steed that Boromir rode. She drew closer adn closer to the shining light, and could see that it was indeed the city of Rivendell. It was growing dark, and she could not see her way as well as before.

[font=Dauphin, serif]Almárëa shifted her gaze upon hearing others enter Rivendell. She did not mind of who they were at the moment. Of course; curiosity got the best of her so she went off to find out who was here. She stopped upon seeing Ôrodem. For a long while, she was silent and just watched as he talked to another. She felt the light nudge of her horse; thus, she turned around and lightly stroked the horse's face. Should she go ahead and speak with the others or just wait and meet them when the council began? [/font]

Ôrodem laghed slightly and shaked his head to Thinros.

"No Rohan is not here and I am not representing them because I am an exile out of my own will...but it`s goos to meet you Thinros..."

Ôrodem looked upon the arriving elf and hailed at the newcomer.

"ah...more elves good the council shall be gathered soon...few are still waited or they could have arrived while I have been resting...but please friends make yourselces comfortable alltough it is not my home...."

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

[font=Dauphin, serif]Almárëa looked at Ôrodem once more before she gave a mere bow of her head to him. Rest would not at all be a welcoming thing tonight. With all these thoughts upon war, it was going to be hard for her to get a wink of sleep. She sighed sadly before she turned and walked back to the stream. It was, indeed, a peacful spot when need be. She was glad that there were others near, though, hardly doubted any of them wished to talk to one like she; thus, she stayed in silence unless one were to ask her a question. [/font]

Ôrodem bowed with no more words to say and left the two to the courtyard, he walked into the buildings and sat on a chair waiting for something and soon Elrond himself walked by.

Ôrodem coughed "Excuse me lord Elrond, but more guests have arrived, one from Gondor and another elf, who didn`t say a word..."

Elrond nodded without words and continued.

(Thought I could use him...)

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

[font=Dauphin, serif]Almárëa looked to the water's surface. She shifted slightly at a light touch upon her shoulder. She looked back and only gave a mere smile to a friend; Legolas Greenleaf.
"You should be getting some rest, Lady Almárëa.." He spoked softly, his gaze also shifting to the water's edge.
"Aye..I know..Though with all these thoughts upon war; it'll be hard for anyone to get rest tonight.." Almárëa looked over at Legolas.
" That is true..but this is no harm in trying.." He paused and looked from the waters to her. "You miss him..Don't you?"
"Miss who?" Almárëa looked at Legolas still.
"Haldir.." Legolas spoke, his words a mere whisper.
For a long while,Almárëa was deathly silent. She sadly looked away. "Aye..I do miss him.."[/font]

Ôrodem saw Legolas talking to the elf who arrived without no words and soon would propably meet Elrond, who was stressed more than he wanted to admit these days. Ôrodem decided not to talk to the elves alltough liked them, but he was a mere human and he could never be seen more than a mere human. A lesser life form or that what he at least thought. He saw few people in the city for example Aragorn and Boromir. Both from gondor like Thinros and Ôroden felt as, if he didn`t belong there because no one from Rohan came and that also disappointed him because even the dwarwes came. Ôrodem would depart soon because he was no part of this war and his people perhaps could need him, if they accepted him...

(just killing my time)

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Thinros looked around and sighed out of tiredness.
"If you will excuse me.."
He walked towards the buildings and was directed by an elf to a nearby room for him to rest up in.

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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